The Aftermath: The New Dawn
The silence returned, but this time, it was the silence of a deep, restorative sleep.
The shadows had vanished. The Children of Light stood amidst the ruins, their hands held out, not to conquer, but to rebuild. The earth, purged of the rot of indifference, began to exhale.
Saint Michael turned, his golden wings folding like the closing of a book. He looked upon the survivors—the children who had learned that true power lies in sacrifice and that the only way to defeat the darkness is to realize it never truly existed in the face of the Light.
He faded, leaving behind a world that was no longer waiting for the end, but finally beginning its true life.
PEACE.
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